Mom stood there, her face a mix of fear and frustration, knowing that I had uncovered the web of lies she had spun for years. She insisted, her voice rising with urgency, that I reveal who had told me the truth, but I remained resolute, refusing to betray my source.
The tension between us escalated, erupting into a fierce confrontation in the sitting room, where our voices clashed like thunder against the walls. Outside, Asher and the others murmured softly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside, but I felt the weight of their presence. I was finished with my mother’s deception.
All my life, she had kept the identity of my father shrouded in secrecy, painting a false picture of safety while the truth lurked in the shadows. My heart raced at the thought of him appearing out of nowhere.
